Nothing adds up to anything. All of this will add up to meaninglessness someday. We would have spent our whole lives chasing, running behind these things and even when we do get what we aspire to get it’ll never feel as good as we thought we would. A brand new job, that big bright red bag you’d been eyeing or the pair of silver loafers you thought you’d die for or even the man of your dreams who appeared out of thin air just when you’d given up hope. Well it isn’t going to be like you thought it shall be when it is finally yours. It never is. The happiness is somehow diluted when it finally materializes and you’ll look at the bag and wonder okay it just doesn’t feel that gorgeus anymore and walking around in those shoes you try to admire them but why do they look so lackluster and what can we say about the man? Why hasn’t he changed your life overnight like you thought he would? Why does everything you have still feel like nothing? What is with this barren desert of a life? When did you become so jaded that nothing, absolutely nothing excites you anymore? When did you lose yourself in these roads so much that you’ll never find yourself again? Or maybe this was you all along?